Side Effects Of Insanity

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All Bill's pov (Mild swearing. Also I made keys. - means Dipper and _ means Bill. Read on to understand)

The car ride was uneventful as always. Everyone around Dipper was cheating about the play. "Hey, Dipper. What time is Mabel getting back?" Dipper hesitated What time had she said? Without warning Bill responded.
11:00 dummy.
Oh, uh thanks?
Any time kid.
That was weird. "11ish. Stan, are you sure we're on the right road?" Nothing looked familiar, because the the headlights were almost out, until a turn at the statue of Nathaniel Northwest. "There's the old shack, just as we left it." The dimly lit shack came into view, and the car stopped. "Well, I'll see you guys later." "Yeah, later dudes." Wendy and Soos got into their own cars and left. Dipper walked upstairs yawning, and laid down. He fell into a nice dreamless sleep, on the other hand, Bill lay awake, his golden eyes shining on the wooden wall next to him. Well, you did want a physical form. Guess you have to be carful what you wish for. Bill didn't need to go to sleep, since he was still technically a demon, he could feed off of Dipper's energy. He looked over for something to do, knowing this was going to be a long night. Bill had known they would crash in at the same time, he had seen everything that was ever going to happen in any timeline he was summoned to. He had just never expected it to actually happen. He thought he could out run Pine tree, he thought he could get it back before him. His eyes landed on the journal Well, even if I am stuck here I can at least do one thing.
Bill if you touch that journal, your dead to me.
Oh I didn't think you could hear me.
He saw Dipper mentally face palm.
Look kid, I'm doing this for your own good.
Why? So I won't find out about you? So I won't find the author? Is that what you want?! (I know that escalated quickly. Go to bottom for explanation)
Dipper was practically screaming right now. It kind of hurt Bill to hear him so broken (YOU DIRTY SHIPPERS STOP RIGHT NOW.) but it really was, it was for the good of everyone.
That is the one thing I've been trying to figure out all summer, and now your taking that away. Kid are you alright?
Yes I'm fine, don't talk to me anymore.
Bewildered, Bill got up from the bed. It was weird, to have feelings. Sometimes you felt one way, sometimes you felt another, or you could feel both at the same time. That was one thing Bill didn't understand. Like right now, Bill felt some sort of guilt, and regret, but he also felt determined (I'm just going to fit as many undertake references as I can in here :P) to do it. Whatever, then he picked up the journal and walked outside.
     The clock read 10:30 when he got downstairs. 30 minutes. Bill what are you doing? He didn't have the guts to reply, he didn't want to feel anything at the moment. All Bill wanted to do was to send this cursed thing to hell. He wanted to make sure a certain someone never came back.
- Bill, I know your talking about the author, so why would you not want to 'bring him back' or what ever?
_ If I told you those things now, I would throw this whole timeline (You guessed it) of existence.
- As always, you can never be straight forward
_ I'm sorry. Truly
Again, feelings were creeping up on Bill like a spider, this time pity, mixed with sorrow and longing. Longing for what exactly, he had no idea.
- Well, that's a first. You actually care about my situation.
_ Kid, listen. I want to, you have no idea how badly, but I can't, without explaining everything, and making myself look worse since I doubt you would take the time to listen to explanation
- Oh, sorry I asked.
Bill had fouls what he was looking for in the kitchen, then turned towards the door.
- Don't you dare, Bill
The door shut behind him. He found a small patch of gravel, and laid the journal down.
- Please don't.
_ I must.
A crack broke the silence, and soon, the darkness was disturbed as well. Bill and Dipper watched, as the journal was engulfed in flames.
_ It had to be done.

Sorry, that was a lot of mind talking, or what ever you want to call it. Anyway, I hope people are finding this ok. I couldn't (I search for my book to see how easily people can find it) That thing afoot Dipper just totally breaking down was from the long term stress that had been put on his mind. First sock opera, he wanted it to end there, but not all of eternity? Think of the stress that would put you through. Well, see you next chapter
PINE AWAY!!!!